Seven deadly sins
Seven ways to win
Seven holy paths to hell
And your trip begins

Seven downward slopes
Seven bloodied hopes
Seven are your burning fires,
Seven your desires *

I was told lately that pride I took in something was one of the deadly sins. I wondered how many of other ones would get me killed.

I started thinking more about it this week when I saw primetime investigates and some of the people involved in the destruction of Ireland’s economy.

herald.ie:

Running for cover. That was banking poster boy Seanie Fitzpatrick when confronted by a reporter about his role in the collapse of our financial system.

Former Anglo Irish Bank chief Fitzpatrick scurried into an underground car park rather than offer any apology for the billions of taxpayers’ money now being pumped into the banking system.

He owes 400k a month on his 100 million of loans, some of which ironically went into a bankrupt Casino in Macau. One commentator said: ‘If he is unable to pay it back, the bank takes a big hit. Ultimately, the way things are going, that means the taxpayers would pick up the tab’.

According to Ghandi the seven deadly sins are

Wealth without work
Pleasure without conscience
Knowledge without character
Commerce without morality
Science without humanity
Worship without sacrifice
Politics without principle

We have all of those in abundance in ‘Catholic Ireland’.

According to wikipedia:

In the Book of Proverbs, it is stated that “the Lord” specifically regards “six things the Lord hateth, and the seventh His soul detesteth.” namely:

* Haughty eyes
* A lying tongue
* Hands that shed innocent blood
* A heart that devises wicked plots
* Feet that are swift to run into mischief
* A deceitful witness that uttereth lies
* Him that soweth discord among brethren

While there are seven of them, this list is considerably different from the traditional one, the only sin on both lists being pride. Another list of bad things, given this time by the Epistle to the Galatians, includes more of the traditional seven sins, although the list is substantially longer: adultery, fornication, uncleanness, lasciviousness, idolatry, witchcraft, hatred, variance, emulations, wrath, strife, seditions, heresies, envyings, murders, drunkenness, revellings, “and such like”.

In the order used by both Pope Gregory and by Dante Alighieri in his epic poem The Divine Comedy, the seven deadly sins are as follows:

1. luxuria (extravagance)
2. gula (gluttony)
3. avaritia (avarice/greed)
4. acedia (acedia/discouragement)
5. ira (wrath)
6. invidia (envy)
7. superbia (pride)

They all sound like good things to me, maybe except for uncleanness and murder.

This clever chart somehow manages to create a pentagram and connect each of the items with bizarre outcomes!

These hot women represent each of the sins:

* Iron Maiden’s Moonchild:

Do you want to know the truth son – I’ll tell you the truth: Your soul is gonna burn in the lake of fire

OK, I had relatives who owned land in Nebraska and farmed there. However I am notifying all those who live in Nebraska that the health care fraud perpetrated by Senator Ben Nelson, and the nation is going to result in a change in this country you will not like.
From now on, if you are from Nebraska and you advertise on my websites, there will be what I am calling the Nebraska Surcharge.
An extra $10.00 per year in perpetuity, so I can pay my bills while also paying for your medical care.
The real scam and the real crime here is the REAL crime of Bribery perpetrated by the leadership of the Democratic Party. Giving one state a pass on taxes so that 49 other states have to pay for those taxes is nothing short of criminal.
So to fix this crime, I seriously suggest the Nebraska Surcharge.
If you are from Nebraska you will pay an extra fee outside the state of Nebraska for anything you purchase. Nebraskan’s should be required when outside their state to wear their Drivers License over the left breast on the outside of any clothing. When entering any state other than Nebraska you will have to stop and pay the Nebraska Travel toll. If you fly, airlines will be required to charge you an extra fee to be paid to the states you will fly over.
In stores each purchase will require you to pay an extra 5amount per purchase you make outside of Nebraska.
If you hunt or fish outside of your state, (and fishing and hunting in Nebraska for other than Deer, and antelope, stinks) you will pay an extra fee for those licenses to be determined by the anglers and hunters in those states.
Want more? I say that if Senator Ben Nelson leaves his state and visits another state, that he be arrested and charged with accepting a bribe, under color of authority. I am sure there is some state in the country with such a law, which would be happy to arrest this Son of a Bitch, no offense to his mother..
Want to know what I really think?
Ben Nelson is a traitor, a man without morals, who uses the abortion issue to bribe and to steal from the rest of the country. The man is a disgrace to the good citizens of this country who actually have to live by the laws of the country.
The nation is ill served by this health care bill. It accomplishes nothing in reducing costs, and in improving health care in the next 3 years, while at the same time increasing the national debt.

What the Fuck is going on in Washington DC and other places around the Country????

A Fucking Washington DC Cop pulls his Gun Out, when his Car gets hit with a SnowBall!!! 

Second of all, WHY IS THIS SHMUCK COP GETTING OUT OF HIS CAR AND PULLING A GUN ON INNOCENT PEOPLE!!!!

See HERE for the Video

There were many People standing on the corners of a Block and they decided to have a Nice Old Fashioned Snow Ball Fight. And This Asshole Cop decides to draw his Weapon!! Big Tough Asshole Cop, this Asshole should be taken off the Force, and stripped of his Pension. This MotherFucker Pulls his Gun Out, where anything could have happened to cause his Weapon to Discharge and Maybe Kill an Innocent SnowBaller!!! Hey, Cop, What the Fuck is Wrong With You??? You better get yourself to a Shrink, because you are in Definite Need of Mental Help, and  because you are Definitely Mentally Unstable, and UNFIT FOR DUTY!!!!!

You got Kids Throwing Snowballs SHMUCK!!!!!! And you Pull Out a Fucking Gun!!!!! You Asshole!!!!

And I don’t want to hear the same old story about how this cop was having a Bad Day, or that he saw someone holding something that looked like a Gun, or that he just arrested America’s Most Wanted, and his Adrenaline was running High!!!!

This Asshole’s Gun could have easily discharged. The Cop could have Tripped, or a snowball could have hit the weapon, or this Cop could have Raged and Shot Someone!!!!! He was Obviously in a State of Mind where he could have easily discharged his weapon on Purpose and killed someone. This Guy is a Loose Cannon!!!

Imagine this Guy on the Job and something more severe happens, like maybe a 10-year-old stealing a pack of Gum. This Cop would draw a Shotgun on the Kid!!!!!

This Cop is A Bad Cop, And should be Thrown Off the Force!!!!

Much to the Credit of the Police Chief, He put this Asshole Cop on Modified Desk Duty. Hopefully this Cop will never get to Hold a Weapon Again!!!!!

Luckily someone recorded this Incident on their Cellphone, showing this PUSSY Drawing his Weapon. Or else it would have been the Cops word against the Citizens, and we all know whose word is usually believed. Except in this case, there were 100 or so Witnesses. Imagine the Nightmares some of these Kids are going to Have. And people want to know why the Citizens don’t trust cops. This is the Reason Why. And believe me, this is Not An Isolated Incident. Cops all Across the Country are Abusing their Authority. This Incident is Just the Tip of the Iceberg.

This Cop is a Real Tough Guy!! Drawing His Weapon on People throwing Snowballs!!! Fucking Asshole!!!!

Ok. Let’s cut to the chase. I’m a killer.

Until the other day I could have said that I was a killer. But then I tore some punk kid’s throat out and fed it to him.

Why?

Because the little shit couldn’t keep quite during a movie.

Too harsh? Fuck no. The asshole deserved to die. He was a pollutant in the genetic water table.

I was happily ensconced in my roomy cinema chair. I had a sugar and bubble laden drink and popcorn, greasy with artificial butter. The room was dark and sparsely populated. I had no one in front of me to block my view. I was ready.

Then, during every intense, muscle curdling moment, just as the tension was about to boil over, this little son-of-a-bitch would call out “boo”, “that’s not scary” and other such dross. Needless to say, having my sense of immersion destroyed ruined the entire film. I spent most of it staring at him in the dark, grinding my teeth and picking at the edges of my fingernails.

All I could think as we stepped out of the dark into the garish neon corridor is this fuck does not deserve to breathe any longer. As he giggled and high-fived his friends and adjusted his collar with an air of self-satisfaction I dug my nails into my palm, drawing blood.

My body was surging, singing, roiling, heart at a drum-roll, breathing in short gasps. It had been years since I had felt this but time had not deadened The Need. Quite the opposite. I wanted to follow him home and take him apart, but instead I ducked into the toilets and furiously doused my face in cold water and tried to control my breathing.

Since I haven’t had a chance to write anything lately, (mostly because of finals) I figured I would bring back an oldie, but a goodie from a little (now defunct) blog ya’ll might remember–ITSSOJ?! This was the very first post I have written for that blog, before it became a video blog.

Enjoy!

Tuesday, November 28, 2008

On more than one occasion in very recent past weeks I have attracted douche bags on my outings in the city. I don’t know why this would be, considering I’ve taken to scowling on a constant basis and apparently don’t look very friendly (according to my friends–thank you very much). This particular night had previously been a school day, and on school days, I wake up, brush my teeth, throw some jeans on and I’m out the door. That’s right– no change of shirt, no shower (which equals dirty hair), no new make up and occasionally, no undies. This is my Monday, Wednesday, Friday routine. So, when Kiss and I ended up at 111 Minna on a Wednesday night, I can guarantee you that I looked like trash…but I must wear it well because as soon as I got my beer and sat down some idiot came up to me with his cup out in a “cheers” gesture. I don’t even know where he came from. Rarely do I notice the men in Minna because I’m usually focused on the art, which was what I was trying to enjoy when the idiot came up.
This man was not at all my “type”, and even though I barely know what my “type” is, he definitely was not it. As soon as he sat down he did not stop talking about his “rough” Buddhist upbringing and how his overt confidence sometimes makes people uncomfortable–Gee, go figure! I didn’t even have to actually pay attention; but I did listen enough to know that he was an actor, a psychology major and annoying as fuck. The rest of the conversation consisted of me throwing in a “Hm”, “Yeah” and “Oh”. If he happened to ask me a question, I just pretended like I couldn’t hear well and had him repeat (the music was pretty loud, so I easily got away with it).

I guess he took my short answers and stink faces in his direction as a sign of silent genius and decided that I was a psychological case that needed to be cracked because he then proceeded to psychoanalyze me. He proceeded to make me feel as if I had no artistic outlet, (“You have a blog, ha, who doesn’t!?) and apparently I “sandbag myself“. So, I’m lazy and worthless, but hey! I am sexy! Which is what he told me next…at a bar (slash art gallery), how cliché, I mean creative! And this coming from an “actor”. Someone, please give this man an Oscar. It took every ounce of willpower to not tell him about my Wednesday morning regiment, and to reveal just how “sexy” I truly am. If only…

So he kept blabbing, blabbing, blabbing and not actually listening to my answers to his questions (some psychologist), while I tried desparately to think of an exit plan, getting zero help from my friends (whom I kept giving the “HELP!” look to, to no avail). I finally decided that I was going to go check out the art in the adjacent room in Minna and Kiss said she would come along. Thank you sweet, baby Jesus!

As I was about to escape, the idiot asked for my phone number! Are you kidding me? Did I seriously seem remotely interested? Is this some sort of JOKE?! I, of course gave him a fake number. What else could I do? He apparently thought I was interested? Ugh.

I guess I need to develope a stinky attitude to go with my infamous stink eye, ’cause the eye alone just isn’t cutting it.

PLEASE READ THIS FIRST BEFORE CHOOSING THIS DOCTOR TO TREAT YOU!!!!!

DR. LLOYD B. GAYLE IS A JACK OF ALL TRADES, MASTER OF NONE!!!!!

YOU WILL THANK ME FOR THE WARNING!!!!!

THIS DOCTOR, AND I USE THE WORD LIGHTLY, IS ONE OF THE WORST I HAVE EVER BEEN TO!!!!

HOW HE GOT HIS MEDICAL LICENSE IS BEYOND ME!!!!!

SEE HERE FOR THE FULL STORY!!!!!!!

Yesterday was our last day of work before 2010 – the main show goes down tomorrow and won’t come back until after the new year.

We had a late call and an easy day – well, set lighting did. The first part of the day was ‘drive-bys’ up in the desert, which meant that the camera guys, the director, the ADs, and the grips, etc.. all piled into a van and drove around with the camera stuck out the window of said van in order to get day exterior driving shots. Since they had no lights or power of any kind with them, there was no reason to send along an electrician, so we came in at lunch after the rest of the crew returned to the stage.

Since we came in at lunch, we only worked about six hours, which means we beat the rate (we get paid for 8 hours minimum, so if we finish in less than that we beat the rate) which is always nice – kind of like a Christmas bonus.  At the end of the day, we had a little impromptu party in one of the morgue sets. We had ice and margarita mix (no booze though. The film industry used to run on hooch and cocaine, but now we have the kinder, gentler, more responsible version and none of us would even dream of breaking the rules. Honestly. You can trust us) and a blender set up on a table where a fake rotting corpse usually rests, and we made virgin drinks and chatted before we drifted off to try to not think about the fact that it’s almost Christmas already.

Today, I ran some errands and went to the gym. When I got home and opened the mail, I got a nasty surprise.

When I was on state disability, they were supposed to report all those hours to the health plan so I’d keep my health insurance – I got the letter in the mail today telling me that I haven’t worked enough hours and am ineligible for insurance. Of course, none of the disability hours were reported. I have ‘banked’ hours that I can withdraw to qualify, of course, but had the disability hours been reported it wouldn’t be necessary. I’m also afraid to draw out of my bank since the past couple of years have been so slow. I’m afraid I won’t work enough to rebuild it, and then when it really slows down (like when the writers go on strike again and hours required to qualify jump from 300 per semester to 400 per semester) I’ll be fucked.

What the hell? The folks at the state disability office told me it was all automatic and that I wouldn’t have to do anything, because I anticipated this very situation and asked.

I know California’s broke and cutting staffing to the bone, but this is just inexcusable.

I’ve got all the paperwork still so all I have to do is spend the better part of the day tomorrow on the phone doing the telephonic equivalent of bashing my head against a brick wall, but honestly I can think of a whole list of things I’d rather be doing with my time.

I just know this is Karmic payback for my calling Joe Lieberman a waste of carbon on Twitter, even though I stand behind the statement 110%.

Stupid foot. How long is this going to go on?

Speaking of the foot, please enjoy the latest photo while I field more email from creeps:

There was this guy I went to high school with named Jon. His mom was one of the teachers at the school, she was the head of the Science department and taught all the University-level science courses.

Jon never took science, to avoid his mother, and in the last few years of school he started referring to him self as “Musso” instead of his actual last name (which as McCarthy or something…).

Anyways, I looked this guy up on Facebook recently. Had a hell of a time finding him, too! He’s changed his name to “Gianni Musso”. He’s not only eliminated his name relation with his parents, but he’s changed his given name to some pseudo-Italian bullshit!

What’s really weird about this is that his father is American-Italian.

So this guy has changed his name from his family and given name to a made up Italian name, even though his given name is technically Italian since his dad’s Italian.

On top of that, his name sounds like fancy carbonated water or something.

What an asshole.